There's A Meat Market Down The Street, The Boys And Girls Watch Each Other Eat
Prologue: It is not cold enough. It must be colder. I need pea-coat weather.
Act One: I got my blood and chemistry results back from the Doctor who took my blood 10 days ago. As it turns out I am completely healthy. Everything was in the normal range, and many things were in the extra good range. Also, I haven't thyroid disease or diabetes. On one hand, I am thrilled to be in perfect health, on the other hand its awful. Now I have zero explanations for why I get rapid heart beats for no reason. Maybe I've got a poltergeist hanging out in my pericardium. And, of course, in Bio lecture we're focusing on the human circulatory system. Its like there's some sort of drab humor embedded in the code of the world.
Act Two: Because of laziness (and because of drugs that make me constantly fatigued) I have not left my apartment in over 36 hours. Aside from a squeaky clean bathroom, I have almost nothing to show for it. I've watched a lot of Battlestar, various sitcoms, played more Grand Theft Auto than is healthy, and have slept for hours and hours and hours. Thank Jezeus Christe that tomorrow I've got all day lecture, lab, and indie coffee shops to keep me out-and-about until the evening.
Act Three: On a stroke of random happenstance, my good friend won two free tickets to see Regina Spektor in concert this Friday! He has, naturally, chosen me to accompany him, and the day I turn down free concert tickets (avg. 90 bucks each) is the day I admit the Rolling Stones have something on the Beatles. Having only had one of her albums until this week, I feel obligated to learn more of her discography and have downloaded every album she's ever made. I now am listening to her almost 24/7. To much of a good thing, you know? I really enjoy her music. This spur-of-the-moment concert had lead to a spur-of-the-moment Halloween weekend trip to UC Davis to visit an old friend, romp through California's biggest corn maze, and enjoy the quiet death of harvest October for the chilly depths of thankful November.
Epilogue: I spent the evening listening to an NPR broadcast of Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar's new Jack Kerouac-Big Sur era influenced album One Fast Move Or I'm Gone played live from the District of Columbia's 9:30 Club. It was awesome. Big Sur is one of my favorite Jack novels, and the album seems to be basically a musical companion to the book. Its thrilling.
Keep on rockin' in the free world kids.
Act One: I got my blood and chemistry results back from the Doctor who took my blood 10 days ago. As it turns out I am completely healthy. Everything was in the normal range, and many things were in the extra good range. Also, I haven't thyroid disease or diabetes. On one hand, I am thrilled to be in perfect health, on the other hand its awful. Now I have zero explanations for why I get rapid heart beats for no reason. Maybe I've got a poltergeist hanging out in my pericardium. And, of course, in Bio lecture we're focusing on the human circulatory system. Its like there's some sort of drab humor embedded in the code of the world.
Act Two: Because of laziness (and because of drugs that make me constantly fatigued) I have not left my apartment in over 36 hours. Aside from a squeaky clean bathroom, I have almost nothing to show for it. I've watched a lot of Battlestar, various sitcoms, played more Grand Theft Auto than is healthy, and have slept for hours and hours and hours. Thank Jezeus Christe that tomorrow I've got all day lecture, lab, and indie coffee shops to keep me out-and-about until the evening.
Act Three: On a stroke of random happenstance, my good friend won two free tickets to see Regina Spektor in concert this Friday! He has, naturally, chosen me to accompany him, and the day I turn down free concert tickets (avg. 90 bucks each) is the day I admit the Rolling Stones have something on the Beatles. Having only had one of her albums until this week, I feel obligated to learn more of her discography and have downloaded every album she's ever made. I now am listening to her almost 24/7. To much of a good thing, you know? I really enjoy her music. This spur-of-the-moment concert had lead to a spur-of-the-moment Halloween weekend trip to UC Davis to visit an old friend, romp through California's biggest corn maze, and enjoy the quiet death of harvest October for the chilly depths of thankful November.
Epilogue: I spent the evening listening to an NPR broadcast of Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar's new Jack Kerouac-Big Sur era influenced album One Fast Move Or I'm Gone played live from the District of Columbia's 9:30 Club. It was awesome. Big Sur is one of my favorite Jack novels, and the album seems to be basically a musical companion to the book. Its thrilling.
Keep on rockin' in the free world kids.